::sigh:: The Sunday night at the end of a week long break is always difficult. I don’t want to go to bed because I know if I go to bed I will have to wake up and when I wake up I will have to get up out of the bed and go to work….
peaceful in this moment
Dedicated to Depression
Five years ago I read Elizabeth Gilbert’s Eat, Pray, Love with the kind of voracity and appetite I used once upon a time to devour Baby Sitter’s Club books. There was one passage in the memoir that really spoke to me the first time I read it. Gilbert is in Italy and she talks about…
UnDomestic Bliss
I walked in the door at 8:45 tonight. After leaving my house at 7:10 this morning. This is my living room as it appears at this exact moment. It is spotted with toddler socks and books and toys. There are TV trays that aren’t put away. There are shoes. And pillows. And bags. If I…
Swimming in jello
That’s what it feels like my brain is trying to do right now. Swim in jello. I do not think I have been this sleepy since Joshua was a wee babe. Y’all, my brain? It’s gone. I have so many things I want to say, like how I spent Friday night sewing and then got…